For the carnal fullness of autumn’s kiss
Esperanza labors her back out
eschewing the rest that reason brings in
Ignoring truth in her mid-sections clout
Descending voices were pens with no points in her enchanted story
Where glimmering gems volley warmly across the deep
See her in rough grounds with delicate nose steady
reach of untethered foraging hands, Hope’s two
Unearthing decade-old treasures from dirt
Yet months and not years had passed
No matter, the moment had come
But could the shine escaping this rodiei wood chest
Promise more than the sum of it’s chemical parts?
In-parting lock and lid a bittersweet reveal
Bonded flesh, mind, and feeling bottled crack
Right through which this romance was fleeting
but left was the familiar essense of curve in back
wafting in place like cold surface air on an unwelcoming joint^
With question abound in the wake of a scentless nape,
the empty plates, and soil ending under nails remain
Thankful for, that which is, for her
is meant to be in her favor
Life works in mysterious ways
De Largo Haleine 